Kincaid's Battery eBook

Anna beamingly laid her fingers on the lips of the
enthusiast: “Con!—­Miranda!—­we
can have a bazaar right in this house! Every
friend we’ve got, and every friend of the bat’—­Oh,
come in, Flora Valcour! you’re just in the nick
o’ time—­a second Kirby Smith at Manassas!”

Thus came the free-gift lottery and bazaar of Callender
House. For her own worth as well as to enlist
certain valuable folk from Mobile, Flora was, there
and then—­in caucus, as it were—­nominated
chairman of everything. “Oh, no, no, no!”—­“Oh,
yes, yes, yes!”—­she “yielded
at last to overpowering numbers.”

But between this first rapturous inception and an
all-forenoon argumentation on its when, who, how,
what, and for what, other matters claimed notice.
“Further news from Charlie! How was his
wound? What! a letter from his own hand—­with
full account of—­what was this one? not a
pitched battle, but—?”